I love Kanye, but fuck his acceptance speeches are crazy. This was back then though, so he could say all sorts of cocky shit and it was considered adorable and passionate. The verse, and a look at this year's Grammys, after the jump.
Get 'em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
You all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remonte, control rap is not a
Used too but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, it's like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in you
You're a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, and pro-ducers is populer
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin her
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up
Label got you souped up, telling you you're sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm Brett King like Simba
Boulder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancing for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spitting through wires and fires, emcees retiring
Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then
So the Grammys came and went, replete with cringe-inducing performances, insta-memes, and the typical accusations about snubbing. Today was either gonna be a Kanye post or a J. Cole post, for obvious reasons, but I decided to go Kanye, because if the Academy went rap for Best New Artist, Nicki would've won. Maybe I'll do a Cole post tomorrow, or maybe my Californication/R&B binge will put me in a sex-crazed induced comma (that's a real thing, and it's not pretty) and I'll end up not posting at all tomorrow. We'll play this one by ear.
Either way, the Academy didn't nominate Yeezy for Album of the Year. We can argue about how he wouldn't have won against Adele anyways even if he'd been hypothetically nominated, or I could just point out if support wasn't strong enough for him to get a nomination, it wouldn't really make sense for support to be strong enough for him to win, even in this hypothetical scenario. All that aside, Kanye wasn't nominated for the grand prize, a whole bunch of well-selling shit was nominated in his place, and instead of seeing it on TV, we actually have to "imagine how that's going to look front row at the Grammys".
Whatever. MBDTF will continue to be lauded, maybe moreso now that it's been controversially snubbed, and in this manner entrenched firmly in the annals of music history.
Anyways, the verse above is our "Verse of the Day". Not because I was listening to it (I think I've been listening to "President Carter" non-stop for the last two weeks) but mostly because I was thinking about the Grammys, how intense and insane Kanye sounds in the video above, and because this is one of the few (only?) skippable moments on The College Dropout. I really hate this verse. It's a momentum killer, and this is coming from someone who thought Common's The Dreamer/The Believer was a top 5 project last year. (Did I just do a music equivalent of "I'm not a homophobe, my cousin's gay"?).
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